[Vincent meets the woman's gaze intermittently, eyes always finding some excuse to slide away to settle on something else after a few moments. his stare is sharp every time, however, alert but not challenging. there would be no information given up readily here but he didn't want to fight her.
it's partially why he makes no protests of his own when Aria brooks the idea of them spending the night in their home; it's simply easier to agree now and then never take the offer after leaving the hospital. only his companion would ever know of the deception, and it would ease the woman's mind.
he's already drawing the curtains back before Kit's even said goodbye, eager to the point of desperation to be away from this enclosed space and the suffocating sense of whatever this was choking up his lungs. the unexpected question draws him up short, shoulders rising up to his ears in clear sight even with his back turned. from the look he gives his companion's mother when he turns his head, you'd think she'd shot him.
please say no, Kit. Rey. anyone. don't inflict this on a tired woman after he's done so much to not be a menace for once in his life.]
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it's partially why he makes no protests of his own when Aria brooks the idea of them spending the night in their home; it's simply easier to agree now and then never take the offer after leaving the hospital. only his companion would ever know of the deception, and it would ease the woman's mind.
he's already drawing the curtains back before Kit's even said goodbye, eager to the point of desperation to be away from this enclosed space and the suffocating sense of whatever this was choking up his lungs. the unexpected question draws him up short, shoulders rising up to his ears in clear sight even with his back turned. from the look he gives his companion's mother when he turns his head, you'd think she'd shot him.
please say no, Kit. Rey. anyone. don't inflict this on a tired woman after he's done so much to not be a menace for once in his life.]